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Then as if to show there was no weakness in her mildness, "Never, never, never," she repeated. "And yet I dare say you know ?" But Mr. Longdon once more faltered; his scruple came uppermost. "You don't mind my speaking of it?" "Of his thinking he wants to marry me? Not a bit. I positively enjoy telling you there's nothing in it." "Not even for HIM?" Nanda considered.
Longdon, focussing the effect of the sketch, pointed its moral with an indulgent: "Oh well, a FOREIGN duchess!" He could make his distinctions. "Yes, she's invidiously, cruelly foreign," Vanderbank agreed: "I've never indeed seen a woman avail herself so cleverly, to make up for the obloquy of that state, of the benefits and immunities it brings with it.
Longdon distinguishes her is quite the sort of thing that gives a girl, as Harold says, a 'leg up. It's awfully curious and has made me think: he isn't anything whatever, as London estimates go, in himself so that what is it, pray, that makes him, when 'added on' to her, so double Nanda's value? Vanderbank's eyes were on the ceiling.
Longdon said?" "Something splendid of course." "He asked if you wouldn't perhaps dislike his being here with you." Vanderbank, throwing back his head, laughed, smoked, jogged his foot more than ever. "Awfully nice. Dear old Mitch! How little afraid of him you are!" Nanda wondered. "Of Mitch?" "Yes, of the tremendous pull he really has. It's all very well to talk he HAS it.
Longdon listened with consideration with a beautiful little air indeed of being, in his all but finally benighted state, earnestly open to information on such points from a magnificent young man. "He doesn't want, you mean, to be a coxcomb? and he doesn't want to be cruel?" Vanderbank, visibly preoccupied, produced a faint kind smile. "Oh you KNOW!" "I? I should know less than any one." Mr.
Longdon turned half-round as to reply to this, but instead of replying proceeded afresh to an examination of the expressive oval in the red plush frame. He took up little Aggie, who appeared to interest him, and abruptly observed: "Nanda isn't so pretty." "No, not nearly. There's a great question whether Nanda's pretty at all." Mr.
"Oh my dear child, 'spoiling it'!" Vanderbank protested as he took a cup of tea from her to carry to their friend. "When did your mother ever spoil anything? I told her Mr. Longdon wanted to see you, but I didn't say anything of his not yearning also for the rest of the family." A sound of protest rather formless escaped from the gentleman named, but Nanda continued to carry out her duty.
They don't go with the rest of her. Lady Julia," said Mr. Longdon, "was rather shy." On this too his host could meet him. "She must have been. And Nanda yes, certainly doesn't give that impression." "On the contrary. But Lady Julia was gay!" he added with an eagerness that made Vanderbank smile. "I can also see that. Nanda doesn't joke.
Longdon appeared to have caught from Nanda's message an obscure agitation; he met his young friend's suggestion at all events with a visible intensity. "Will you go with me?" Vanderbank had just debated, recalling engagements; which gave Mrs. Brook time to intervene. "Can't you live without him?" she asked of her elder friend. Vanderbank had looked at her an instant.
Longdon, whose attention was now all for his hostess, appeared unconscious. "If you're all watching is it your idea that I should watch WITH you?" The enquiry, on his lips, was a waft of cold air, the sense of which clearly led Mrs. Brook to put her invitation on the right ground.
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